Edwin Morris Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGGHIJKALM NOPQRST UVWXY ZA2B2B2C2D2E2F2G2H2D I2 YLJ2K2L2M2N2O2P2J2 Q2E2R2S2T2U2 VP2V2W2X2Y2Z2CA3B3N2 C3 D3E3SI2F3G3 H3VI3J3K3L3C2M3B2N3O 3 B2LJ2O3O3Z2M3O3J2AO3 M3QP3M3Q3O3M3R3J2O3S 3O3M3VO3T3O3Z2M3M3A3 Q P3CM3P3U3VP3M3P3VO3Q 2V3H2Z2 Q2O3M3VP2P3DO3P3O me my pleasant rambles by the lake | A |
My sweet wild fresh three quarters of a year | B |
My one Oasis in the dust and drouth | C |
Of city life I was a sketcher then | D |
See here my doing curves of mountain bridge | E |
Boat island ruins of a castle built | F |
When men knew how to build upon a rock | G |
With turrets lichen gilded like a rock | G |
And here new comers in an ancient hold | H |
New comers from the Mersey millionaires | I |
Here lived the Hills a Tudor chimnied bulk | J |
Of mellow brickwork on an isle of bowers | K |
O me my pleasant rambles by the lake | A |
With Edwin Morris and with Edward Bull | L |
The curate he was fatter than his cure | M |
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But Edwin Morris he that knew the names | N |
Long learned names of agaric moss and fern | O |
Who forged a thousand theories of the rocks | P |
Who taught me how to skate to row to swim | Q |
Who read me rhymes elaborately good | R |
His own I call'd him Crichton for he seem'd | S |
All perfect finish'd to the finger nail | T |
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And once I ask'd him of his early life | U |
And his first passion and he answer'd me | V |
And well his words became him was he not | W |
A full cell'd honeycomb of eloquence | X |
Stored from all flowers Poet like he spoke | Y |
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'My love for Nature is as old as I | Z |
But thirty moons one honeymoon to that | A2 |
And three rich sennights more my love for her | B2 |
My love for Nature and my love for her | B2 |
Of different ages like twin sisters grew | C2 |
Twin sisters differently beautiful | D2 |
To some full music rose and sank the sun | E2 |
And some full music seem'd to move and change | F2 |
With all the varied changes of the dark | G2 |
And either twilight and the day between | H2 |
For daily hope fulfill'd to rise again | D |
Revolving toward fulfilment made it sweet | I2 |
To walk to sit to sleep to wake to breathe ' | - |
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Or this or something like to this he spoke | Y |
Then said the fat faced curate Edward Bull | L |
'I take it God made the woman for the man | J2 |
And for the good and increase of the world | K2 |
A pretty face is well and this is well | L2 |
To have a dame indoors that trims us up | M2 |
And keeps us tight but these unreal ways | N2 |
Seem but the theme of writers and indeed | O2 |
Worn threadbare Man is made of solid stuff | P2 |
I say God made the woman for the man | J2 |
And for the good and increase of the world ' | - |
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'Parson ' said I 'you pitch the pipe too low | Q2 |
But I have sudden touches and can run | E2 |
My faith beyond my practice into his | R2 |
Tho' if in dancing after Letty Hill | S2 |
I do not hear the bells upon my cap | T2 |
I scarce hear other music yet say on | U2 |
What should one give to light on such a dream ' | - |
I ask'd him half sardonically | V |
'Give | P2 |
Give all thou art ' he answer'd and a light | V2 |
Of laughter dimpled in his swarthy cheek | W2 |
'I would have hid her needle in my heart | X2 |
To save her little finger from a scratch | Y2 |
No deeper than the skin my ears could hear | Z2 |
Her lightest breaths her least remark was worth | C |
The experience of the wise I went and came | A3 |
Her voice fled always thro' the summer land | B3 |
I spoke her name alone Thrice happy days | N2 |
The flower of each those moments when we met | C3 |
The crown of all we met to part no more ' | - |
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Were not his words delicious I a beast | D3 |
To take them as I did but something jarr'd | E3 |
Whether he spoke too largely that there seem'd | S |
A touch of something false some self conceit | I2 |
Or over smoothness howsoe'er it was | F3 |
He scarcely hit my humour and I said | G3 |
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'Friend Edwin do not think yourself alone | H3 |
Of all men happy Shall not Love to me | V |
As in the Latin song I learnt at school | I3 |
Sneeze out a full God bless you right and left | J3 |
But you can talk yours is a kindly vein | K3 |
I have I think Heaven knows as much within | L3 |
Have or should have but for a thought or two | C2 |
That like a purple beech among the greens | M3 |
Looks out of place 'tis from no want in her | B2 |
It is my shyness or my self distrust | N3 |
Or something of a wayward modern mind | O3 |
Dissecting passion Time will set me right ' | - |
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So spoke I knowing not the things that were | B2 |
Then said the fat faced curate Edward Bull | L |
'God made the woman for the use of man | J2 |
And for the good and increase of the world' | O3 |
And I and Edwin laugh'd and now we paused | O3 |
About the windings of the marge to hear | Z2 |
The soft wind blowing over meadowy holms | M3 |
And alders garden isles and now we left | O3 |
The clerk behind us I and he and ran | J2 |
By ripply shallows of the lisping lake | A |
Delighted with the freshness and the sound | O3 |
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But when the bracken rusted on their crags | M3 |
My suit had wither'd nipt to death by him | Q |
That was a God and is a lawyer's clerk | P3 |
The rentroll Cupid of our rainy isles | M3 |
'Tis true we met one hour I had no more | Q3 |
She sent a note the seal an Elle vous suit | O3 |
The close 'Your Letty only yours' and this | M3 |
Thrice underscored The friendly mist of morn | R3 |
Clung to the lake I boated over ran | J2 |
My craft aground and heard with beating heart | O3 |
The Sweet Gale rustle round the shelving keel | S3 |
And out I stept and up I crept she moved | O3 |
Like Proserpine in Enna gathering flowers | M3 |
Then low and sweet I whistled thrice and she | V |
She turn'd we closed we kiss'd swore faith I breathed | O3 |
In some new planet a silent cousin stole | T3 |
Upon us and departed 'Leave ' she cried | O3 |
'O leave me ' 'Never dearest never here | Z2 |
I brave the worst ' and while we stood like fools | M3 |
Embracing all at once a score of pugs | M3 |
And poodles yell'd within and out they came | A3 |
Trustees and Aunts and Uncles 'What with him | Q |
'Go' shrill'd the cotton spinning chorus 'him ' | - |
I choked Again they shriek'd the burthen 'Him ' | - |
Again with hands of wild rejection 'Go | P3 |
Girl get you in ' She went and in one month | C |
They wedded her to sixty thousand pounds | M3 |
To lands in Kent and messuages in York | P3 |
And slight Sir Robert with his watery smile | U3 |
And educated whisker But for me | V |
They set an ancient creditor to work | P3 |
It seems I broke a close with force and arms | M3 |
There came a mystic token from the king | P3 |
To greet the sheriff needless courtesy | V |
I read and fled by night and flying turn'd | O3 |
Her taper glimmer'd in the lake below | Q2 |
I turn'd once more close button'd to the storm | V3 |
So left the place left Edwin nor have seen | H2 |
Him since nor heard of her nor cared to hear | Z2 |
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Nor cared to hear perhaps yet long ago | Q2 |
I have pardon'd little Letty not indeed | O3 |
It may be for her own dear sake but this | M3 |
She seems a part of those fresh days to me | V |
For in the dust and drouth of London life | P2 |
She moves among my visions of the lake | P3 |
While the prime swallow dips his wing or then | D |
While the gold lily blows and overhead | O3 |
The light cloud smoulders on the summer crag | P3 |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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